BANG!
Explosions blasted all over the battlefield. Arrows showering unto them. Bloods spurting and howling pains.
"Commander! We are getting cornered!"
Two subordinates exclaimed as soon as they reached their commander, who was still standing straight in the middle of the wide field. Some of them were already wounded, fractured, and limp. Their numbers are now decreasing and they don't think they can still fight in that state.
Lots of enemies were approaching, and it's already putting them at disadvantage. The two subordinates held their swords with their trembling hands.
"C-Commander?" One of them called out. "Should we retreat?"
In this situation, one should feel nervous and fear of losing one's life, but the one who's leading them didn't even flinch nor be surprised.
